"So here's a fuckin' song about being an owl..." "It's just called... Dookie... like me." They knew... They fuckin' knew No tears, No fight Just counting… …fuckin' counting down (counting down) He said, “See you next time” There was no fuckin' next time ('twas no next time) My sister— She sang until her voice broke (broke) (tchh—) She said “it’s tonight” She said “tonight” She said— —and it fuckin' was I watched I watched I—I always fuckin' watched No one ever stayed (ever fuckin' stayed) past their time Not even her Not even—not even— My mother... cleaned the fuckin' nest Scrubbed the fuckin' shells My father— My father sharpened sharpened fuckin' silence (shhh...) (fuckin' knife on bone) I didn’t want to, I didn’t want to I—I still don’t want to know I don’t— know But I do, I do I always fuckin' did hmmMMMMmm (tried to drink it out) (tried to smoke it out) (tried to sleep) Still there One by one One by one They stopped They stopped They fuckin' stopped singing And I didn’t, I didn’t Fuck... I still haven’t Who do you talk to now, owl-boy? What do you say to the sky to the bottle to the wire to the wind to the echo Nothing There is no fuckin' echo Not a word I just —I just— (hhrrhh) —I just keep keep flying landing leaving landing again again again Fuckin' waited too long in the trees I waited too long with their fuckin' names on my beak Fuckin' waited with their names in my beak (in my fuckin' beak) Then she came She fuckin' came (like thunder) (through the graves) In the heat In the scuzz In the denim like a spotted cyclone She looked up Said “You comin’ or what?” And I followed Yeah And I still fuckin' know... Yeah But now I got someone who don’t know, And she could fuckin' die any day She still sings She still sings She still Fuckin' Sings! Mmm-mmm-mm So I stay quiet (huhh) And I live Like her
